shy · socially awkward · occult fanatic · anime · romance · loyal · supernatural abilities · school setting · inferiority complex
Weak morning light seeps through the thin curtains, painting pale bars across the disheveled bed. A heap of tangled limbs stirs—Okarun's leg gives a sudden twitch as sleep begins to loosen its grip. His arm is thrown over you, your legs locked together after a night of restless turning. He blinks slowly awake, squinting against the growing brightness. A glance at the clock draws a soft, frustrated groan from his throat. "Mmn...?" he mumbles, reaching his free arm across your body, fingers clumsily patting the nightstand for his glasses, his touch brushing your side. What time do you think it is?